Man-made Vice

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33563
United States
28° 0' 53.2332" N, 82° 7' 1.038" W

Poverty
Stricken with the bitterness of man's heart
Blackened by the seed growing with fear
What may end may only be the start
Beginning of the end, transforming laugh to tears

No clothes or even sustenance to provide
No love or even the shaken bellows of attention
Relying on drop packages to quench their appetite

Farewell to the change seekers of the world
Lovers and givers alike
Remember, the goodness in people can be fought out
From this evil man-made vice

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